Tag: Emalisa Rose

An occasional robin The squirrels remain. Three or four catbirds a surplus of blue jays the mourning doves and an occasional robin. The branch of

Stones on your grave, little sister In sync with the dogwood trees pinking, somewhat deflects from the gravity, graveside. Gratefully, Winter has long left the

playing naughty   gone are the day trippers the lords of manhattan the frats and the debutantes the silver hair gents with their bleached over